a very interesting poem.
There is love when morning began to say hello
There is love when I wake up and awake,
in a dream I saw there women,
and when he turns preserved give a smile.
Sorry if my words connection stammering, because our language is different. and sorry also because without the permission of your postings commented with my.
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